THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: WELCOME TWO NEW FOLLOWERS...

Monday, May 30, 2011

WELCOME TWO NEW FOLLOWERS...

The first is "Dr. Momi." I do not have one bit of info on her...if she reads this, maybe I can learn more.
The second is Honest Abe...quite a photographer! He was born in 1934 and will celebrate his 56th anniversary in July! Wait until you see his blog(s)! abrahamlincolnsblog.blogspot.com
Thank you both for following my Journal!

4 comments:

Photos by Stan said...: Wowee!! My kind of shot -- never saw tulips so open like that. Great color, and sharp. Brava!; May 30, 2011 at 9:51 PM
Sharon Creech said...: I'm glad you found Abe and he found you. . .I found his photo blog some time ago.; May 31, 2011 at 11:06 AM
dr momi said...: Hi Lori -- I popped in on your blog and loved your pictures :-), and that you have a therapy and rescue dog.....I raise Leader Dogs for the Blind. Looking forward to following your posts !
www.homesteadingatredtailridge.blogspot.com; May 31, 2011 at 1:52 PM
sandy said...: i've followed abe for years - great blogs he has...; May 31, 2011 at 9:10 PM

FROM GREY HORSE MATTERS...

Where to Bury a Horse

If you bury him in this spot,
the secret of which you must already have,
he will come to you when you call;
come to you over the far, dim pastures of death.

And though you ride other living horses through life,
they shall not shy at him, nor resent his coming,
For he is yours, and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass
bent by his footfall,
who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.
People who may never really love a horse.

Smile at them then, for you shall know something
that is hidden from them
and which is well worth the knowing
The one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master.

Thank you, Grey Horse Matters.

Poem for Masterpiece

Masterpiece of '79

He was a dark bay Masterpiece.

Deep chocolate brown

With small coal tipped ears

And three snowy white socks.

An eraser smudge of white

Above his eye

And a star connected to a blaze

Starting narrow and funneling wide

To wrap his lips

in a kiss.

He lived with dignity and joy;

A Masterpiece blend

of longevity

And temperament.

Appaloosa for soundness,

Thoroughbred for heart, and

Quarter Horse for sensible intelligence.

Although he is gone

His Masterpiece remains

In the memory of Jen

Who found and rode him;

And of Lori

Who soaked his beet pulp

And his sore feet,

Who loved him and,

When it was time,

Let him go.

Poem by Annette from Aspen Meadows.
Thank you.....

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Monday, May 30, 2011

WELCOME TWO NEW FOLLOWERS...

4 comments: